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Of Love and Labor
Title: Of love and labor
Summary: Sirius is finally free, and has been having some major problems getting his life together after Azkaban. This may very well be the time that he needs Remus the most, to bad Remus has become preoccupied with a certain someone that has come to stay with them over the summer…
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, Remus/Harry, Sirius/Bill *slash*
Disclaimers: Characters aren\'t mine, just borrowing them for a bit. Promise to bring them back safe and mildly corrupted when im done.
* This is the story of how Remus and Harry get together, how Sirius and Bill find solace, and how the war was won. slash/angst/love/smut/and mild glitter*
Chapter 1: Recollections (Remus point of view)
\" Oh! God yes!\" I screamed as I writhed in ecstasy under Sirius\' naked body. His mouth clamped onto my neck, biting and sucking, leaving sweet bruises that wouldn\'t fade for days. I dug my heels into the bed and lifted my hips, grinding our arousals together, causing him to moan and me to shiver. He got the hint and grabbed his wand from our bedside table. Placing it at my entrance, he muttered a lubricating spell, and at once I felt the cool liquid fill me. I opened the eyes that I hadn\'t realized were closed to find him staring at me with his calm, dark purple gaze. I nodded, and he shifted between my legs, finally pressing a finger into me. He leaned over until his mouth was next to my ear, his berry scented hair (shampoo kit, a present for his 35th b-day) ghosting over my face.
\" You like that?\" he whispered huskily, driving a second finger into my tight hole.
\"You want more?\"
All I could do was moan. His accent always got thicker when he was aroused. The hornyer he was, the harder it was to understand his thick Scottish form of speech. You could always tell when he was close to the edge; just by the way it was nearly impossible for him to form coherent words. He drove his fingers in harder, making me cry out and squirm. I wasn\'t into being very vocal, but when he added a third finger...
\" OH!\" I screamed as he crooked one of his fingers, carelessly torturing my gland.
\" You all right?\" he asked, although he didn’t sound the least bit worried.
\" I would be a lot better if you would fuck me! \" I cried out in earnest against his mouth. He took that opportunity to kiss me. A slow, exploring kiss that only ended when our need for air became apparent.
\" Please.\" I whimpered. \" I need you.\" In one swift movement, his thick, weeping cock had replaced his fingers. Hands on my hips, he pushed forward until he was fully buried inside of me. Eyes never leaving mine as my mouth fell open, the sensations of finally being filled over-whelming. Grip still firm on my hips, he pulled out slowly, then pushed back. His slow pace was sweet torture as I pushed up to meet his thrusts, pulling his head down for a kiss that muffled a groan as he hit a sensitive spot inside of me.
Our pace speed up, hips grinding, my slick length sliding between our stomachs. Sirius was pounding into me like there was no tomorrow.
\" So...hot..so..tight...belong here.\" he panted, quivering as I gripped his arms.
\" Siiirrruusss.\" I moaned, so close to release. \" AH, AH, AH.\" I panted with each thrust, clenching around him. Feeling myself tighten, throwing my head back, letting my climax take me as I let out noises I didn\'t think my self capable of. Sirius followed just moments afterward, his breathe hitching, moaning into my ear as he filled me with his seed.
\" I love you.\" Sirius sighed, rolling off of me with a dopey grin on his face.
I chuckled. \" Really? Not just saying that cause I give you the best sex you\'ve ever had?\"
\" Nah. That\'s a perk.\" He reached down and pulled a thick quilt over our cooling bodies. Spooning into me from behind, he draped an arm across my waist and placed a kiss on my forehead. \" Sweet dreams love.\" were the last words I heard before drifting off into the silence.
* * *
I awoke early the next morning to the sound of the shower running. Why that man liked to get up at the crack of dawn just to lounge around and do nothing all day was beyond me. A glance at the calendar told me that it was the 15th of June. A little happy face sticker (another one of Sirius\' festive markings) told me that this was the day that Harry was to come live with us. He had been very exited when Dumbledore had finally granted him permission to stay with us, and had owled Sirius as soon as he had gotten the news. I personally think Sirius prompted Dumbledore to do it, but he\'ll never admit to it. The two had become quite close during the last month. After what the Ministry is now referring to as \" The
Resurrection\" a.k.a the third task, Harry had become quite withdrawn, even quietly refusing his annual trip to the Weasley\'s whey Dumbledore deemed it safe enough.
When Sirius got wind of this, he flew over to Harry\'s \"home\", snuck in, and stayed there for the rest of the day. They talked about anything and everything, and Sirius, when he finally did get home, seemed to have removed a huge burden from his shoulders. Since then, they hadn\'t gone a day with out owling each other. I thought it rather cute, the way they depended on each other so desperately.
I was brought out of my musings when a dripping, towel clad Sirius waltzed out of the bathroom performing his rendition of \" 20th century boy\", complete with air guitar and hairbrush microphone.
\" Babe i\'m gonna be your man, and it plain to see you were meant for me. I’m your toy, your twentieth century boy,” he sang loudly, shaking his hips and swinging his hair.
\" You’re splashing me.\" I said fondly, appraising his well formed yet slender body: defined arm muscles, slightly rippled stomach, bust ost of all the delicious curves of his ass, over which he was slipping his favorite purple thong.
\" I like seeing you wet and naked\" he replied, shooting me a grin over his shoulder. It was then that I realized that I was indeed completely nude, but made no move to fix this problem as I snuggled deeper into the blankets.
\" Harry\'s coming today\" I yawned. His face instantly brightened.
\" Oh yea!\" He smiled, not bothering to mask his excitement. \"I\'d forgotten.\"
He ran a drying charm through his waist length blue-black hair, and reached fos mas make-up kit.
\" Where are you going?\" I asked, still watching him.
\" Shopping. \" was his simple reply as he carefully applied his kohl eyeliner. \" We’ve got a long while before Harry gets here.\" He ran a little silver over the rest of his eyelid and reached for his lip-gloss.
Ever since our 7th year, we had been stricken with Glam Rock fever. The whole of Hogwarts had been obsessed with the primal scream and animal-like grace of Curt Wild and Brian Slade, and while some had grown out of the \"phase\", to others (like Sirius), nothing had a point unless it was sprinkled with glitter.
\" Shopping for what?\" I asked exasperated: all he did was shop.
\" Clothes\"
\" Like you need anymore clothes\"
\" You can never have to many clothes\"
\" You just bought out all of Glitterific not even two weeks ago!\" Glitterific was Sirius\' all time favorite clothing store. Could it be that it was completely devoted to Glam Rock?
\" And that\'s why im not going to Gliterific\" said Sirius, tugging on a slightly baggy pair of dark glittery blue flairs and a pink shirt that donned the phrase \" do me till im well done\" in shinny blue writing. \" There\'s this new store Bill told me about called \' Glam \'R Us\'. He\'s taking me.\"
Bill Weasly, one of Sirius\' best friends, was the only guy I knew that was into glitter but wasn\'t gay. Almost as obsessed as siri was. Almost.
\" You want to come?\" He asked, slipping on black heels.
“Nah, this house needs some aggressive mopping.\"
\" Alright. Well, I should be back soon.\"
\" Buy me underwear.\"
He grinned, an evil grin. Maybe I shouldn\'t have asked him that.
\" Mmmhmm.\" and, still grinning, he left.
------- All right, I know, long as hell, but it had to be. I promise it won\'t be this confusing forever. Every chapter will switch points of view, unless it’s important and has to stay the same.t cht chapter: Sirius. Fun fun. Review? Please? E-mail me with any questions. Once again, sorry for the confussling-ness -----------
Summary: Sirius is finally free, and has been having some major problems getting his life together after Azkaban. This may very well be the time that he needs Remus the most, to bad Remus has become preoccupied with a certain someone that has come to stay with them over the summer…
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, Remus/Harry, Sirius/Bill *slash*
Disclaimers: Characters aren\'t mine, just borrowing them for a bit. Promise to bring them back safe and mildly corrupted when im done.
* This is the story of how Remus and Harry get together, how Sirius and Bill find solace, and how the war was won. slash/angst/love/smut/and mild glitter*
Chapter 1: Recollections (Remus point of view)
\" Oh! God yes!\" I screamed as I writhed in ecstasy under Sirius\' naked body. His mouth clamped onto my neck, biting and sucking, leaving sweet bruises that wouldn\'t fade for days. I dug my heels into the bed and lifted my hips, grinding our arousals together, causing him to moan and me to shiver. He got the hint and grabbed his wand from our bedside table. Placing it at my entrance, he muttered a lubricating spell, and at once I felt the cool liquid fill me. I opened the eyes that I hadn\'t realized were closed to find him staring at me with his calm, dark purple gaze. I nodded, and he shifted between my legs, finally pressing a finger into me. He leaned over until his mouth was next to my ear, his berry scented hair (shampoo kit, a present for his 35th b-day) ghosting over my face.
\" You like that?\" he whispered huskily, driving a second finger into my tight hole.
\"You want more?\"
All I could do was moan. His accent always got thicker when he was aroused. The hornyer he was, the harder it was to understand his thick Scottish form of speech. You could always tell when he was close to the edge; just by the way it was nearly impossible for him to form coherent words. He drove his fingers in harder, making me cry out and squirm. I wasn\'t into being very vocal, but when he added a third finger...
\" OH!\" I screamed as he crooked one of his fingers, carelessly torturing my gland.
\" You all right?\" he asked, although he didn’t sound the least bit worried.
\" I would be a lot better if you would fuck me! \" I cried out in earnest against his mouth. He took that opportunity to kiss me. A slow, exploring kiss that only ended when our need for air became apparent.
\" Please.\" I whimpered. \" I need you.\" In one swift movement, his thick, weeping cock had replaced his fingers. Hands on my hips, he pushed forward until he was fully buried inside of me. Eyes never leaving mine as my mouth fell open, the sensations of finally being filled over-whelming. Grip still firm on my hips, he pulled out slowly, then pushed back. His slow pace was sweet torture as I pushed up to meet his thrusts, pulling his head down for a kiss that muffled a groan as he hit a sensitive spot inside of me.
Our pace speed up, hips grinding, my slick length sliding between our stomachs. Sirius was pounding into me like there was no tomorrow.
\" So...hot..so..tight...belong here.\" he panted, quivering as I gripped his arms.
\" Siiirrruusss.\" I moaned, so close to release. \" AH, AH, AH.\" I panted with each thrust, clenching around him. Feeling myself tighten, throwing my head back, letting my climax take me as I let out noises I didn\'t think my self capable of. Sirius followed just moments afterward, his breathe hitching, moaning into my ear as he filled me with his seed.
\" I love you.\" Sirius sighed, rolling off of me with a dopey grin on his face.
I chuckled. \" Really? Not just saying that cause I give you the best sex you\'ve ever had?\"
\" Nah. That\'s a perk.\" He reached down and pulled a thick quilt over our cooling bodies. Spooning into me from behind, he draped an arm across my waist and placed a kiss on my forehead. \" Sweet dreams love.\" were the last words I heard before drifting off into the silence.
* * *
I awoke early the next morning to the sound of the shower running. Why that man liked to get up at the crack of dawn just to lounge around and do nothing all day was beyond me. A glance at the calendar told me that it was the 15th of June. A little happy face sticker (another one of Sirius\' festive markings) told me that this was the day that Harry was to come live with us. He had been very exited when Dumbledore had finally granted him permission to stay with us, and had owled Sirius as soon as he had gotten the news. I personally think Sirius prompted Dumbledore to do it, but he\'ll never admit to it. The two had become quite close during the last month. After what the Ministry is now referring to as \" The
Resurrection\" a.k.a the third task, Harry had become quite withdrawn, even quietly refusing his annual trip to the Weasley\'s whey Dumbledore deemed it safe enough.
When Sirius got wind of this, he flew over to Harry\'s \"home\", snuck in, and stayed there for the rest of the day. They talked about anything and everything, and Sirius, when he finally did get home, seemed to have removed a huge burden from his shoulders. Since then, they hadn\'t gone a day with out owling each other. I thought it rather cute, the way they depended on each other so desperately.
I was brought out of my musings when a dripping, towel clad Sirius waltzed out of the bathroom performing his rendition of \" 20th century boy\", complete with air guitar and hairbrush microphone.
\" Babe i\'m gonna be your man, and it plain to see you were meant for me. I’m your toy, your twentieth century boy,” he sang loudly, shaking his hips and swinging his hair.
\" You’re splashing me.\" I said fondly, appraising his well formed yet slender body: defined arm muscles, slightly rippled stomach, bust ost of all the delicious curves of his ass, over which he was slipping his favorite purple thong.
\" I like seeing you wet and naked\" he replied, shooting me a grin over his shoulder. It was then that I realized that I was indeed completely nude, but made no move to fix this problem as I snuggled deeper into the blankets.
\" Harry\'s coming today\" I yawned. His face instantly brightened.
\" Oh yea!\" He smiled, not bothering to mask his excitement. \"I\'d forgotten.\"
He ran a drying charm through his waist length blue-black hair, and reached fos mas make-up kit.
\" Where are you going?\" I asked, still watching him.
\" Shopping. \" was his simple reply as he carefully applied his kohl eyeliner. \" We’ve got a long while before Harry gets here.\" He ran a little silver over the rest of his eyelid and reached for his lip-gloss.
Ever since our 7th year, we had been stricken with Glam Rock fever. The whole of Hogwarts had been obsessed with the primal scream and animal-like grace of Curt Wild and Brian Slade, and while some had grown out of the \"phase\", to others (like Sirius), nothing had a point unless it was sprinkled with glitter.
\" Shopping for what?\" I asked exasperated: all he did was shop.
\" Clothes\"
\" Like you need anymore clothes\"
\" You can never have to many clothes\"
\" You just bought out all of Glitterific not even two weeks ago!\" Glitterific was Sirius\' all time favorite clothing store. Could it be that it was completely devoted to Glam Rock?
\" And that\'s why im not going to Gliterific\" said Sirius, tugging on a slightly baggy pair of dark glittery blue flairs and a pink shirt that donned the phrase \" do me till im well done\" in shinny blue writing. \" There\'s this new store Bill told me about called \' Glam \'R Us\'. He\'s taking me.\"
Bill Weasly, one of Sirius\' best friends, was the only guy I knew that was into glitter but wasn\'t gay. Almost as obsessed as siri was. Almost.
\" You want to come?\" He asked, slipping on black heels.
“Nah, this house needs some aggressive mopping.\"
\" Alright. Well, I should be back soon.\"
\" Buy me underwear.\"
He grinned, an evil grin. Maybe I shouldn\'t have asked him that.
\" Mmmhmm.\" and, still grinning, he left.
------- All right, I know, long as hell, but it had to be. I promise it won\'t be this confusing forever. Every chapter will switch points of view, unless it’s important and has to stay the same.t cht chapter: Sirius. Fun fun. Review? Please? E-mail me with any questions. Once again, sorry for the confussling-ness -----------